Old Ship Poem by Randy Wade Hogan

An old ship lay
In its mooring by the bay
Lashed to bollards
In the usual way
Paint cracked and peeled
From many years passed
Canvas sails worn by age
Held tightly to the mast

The better times behind it
The future yet unknown
No doubt about the present
It lays there all alone
Gentle swaying to and fro
Reveals a creaking sound
No mate to hoist the mainsail
No windlass to be found

Would they be forgotten
All the history it had seen
Would it only disappear
As if it had never been
There's little hope before it
No plans being laid
No desire to restore it
And no more journeys to be made